MILO’S POV

From here on out, there’s no stopping. Our people accompany us back to the Bilbao cauldronhold, the older child riding piggyback with me, the younger one held snugly in Nori’s arms. Despite both she and the baby looking at eachother with measuring, unsure expressions the baby is waving her chubby hands as Nori speeds overland and hooting like a happy little owl. Nori laughs in response, taking delight in this tiny life in her hands.

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